| Corinne Roosevelt Robinson The Path That Leads to Nowhere There's a path that leads to Nowhere In a meadow that I know, Where an inland river rises And the stream is still and slow; There is wanders under willows And beneath the silver green Of the birches' silent shadows Where the early violets lean. * Othere pathways lead to Somewhere, But the one I love so well Had no end and no beginning-- Just the beauty of the dell, Just the windflowers and the lilies Yellow striped as adder's tongue, Seem to satisfy my pathway As it winds their sweets among. * There I go to meet the Springtime, When the meadow is aglow, Marigolds amid the marshes, And the stream is still and slow; There I find my fair oasis, And the carefree feet I tread For the pathway leads to Nowhere, And the blue is overhead * All the ways that lead to Somewhere Echo with the hurrying feet Of the struggling and the striving, But the way I find so sweet Bids me dream and bids me linger-- Joy and Beauty are it's goal; On the path that leads to Nowhere I have sometimes found my soul. |
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